Volume 1, Chapter 59: Emergency, about the survival of Nystad

Linton is still as lively as ever.

The news from the front line did not have time to be transmitted back to Linton City in such a short time.

These ignorant humans are still doing their buying and selling, still in the frenzy and preparation before the battle.

Lynch and his subordinates were waiting in the hotel for the transportation task assigned to them by the fat boss.

The Duke's family in Linton City seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

It’s still the same conference room.

There were also the same group of people rushing over.

They all received the same message from the Lord.

[The situation is urgent. It concerns the survival of Nystad. Come quickly. ]

Generally speaking, Sam's messages are always a mixture of annoying complaints and long greetings.

They realized the seriousness of the matter from this unusual message, and everyone looked solemn.

Of course, there were also people who did a good job in intelligence work and received news from the front line early on.

These people had gloomy faces.

They were all silent, sitting in their original seats, looking at Nistad's pale face.

“Squeak!”

As the last person moves his desk chair, he sits down.

Sam lifted his head and could see his red eyes.

When he said the first sentence, everyone's face changed drastically.

"I don't know what to do."

Just one simple sentence revealed his confusion, helplessness, despair and helplessness.

These are the words spoken by one of the most powerful men in the Kingdom of Claire, the head of an extremely ancient noble family.

"What happened, Sam?"

An old man frowned and asked the question that most people wanted to ask.

Sam shook his head silently and said nothing.

This made the solemn atmosphere in the conference room even more tense.

"Something happened on the front line. A wave of beasts, led by a mythical monster called Ashkira. And..."

Marshall paused for a moment. He seemed a little calm, which was unusual for him. This was obviously inconsistent with his character as the president of the Mercenaries' Union branch.

He glanced at the big guys who had their eyes wide open and expressions of fear.

He let out a long breath, relaxed his body, and laid back on the back of the chair: "And, that Ashkira was being controlled by a 'human', of course, if that guy is a human."

"What!"

Many people stood up in horror.

Make their chairs bang.

Their hearts were beating fast and their bodies were cold.

Because I couldn't accept Marshall's words at that moment, my mind went blank.

"Don't be ridiculous... You're talking about... the Goat of Corrupted Earth, Ashkira? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

An old man wearing a pointed hat smiled forcefully, and his dry face twitched.

He couldn't accept this statement.

Of course, no one could accept this statement.

"How could the mythical monster appear here? There were similar beast hordes in other places, but why didn't we get any news?"

"You said someone is controlling Ashkira? Not even God can do that!"

"Haha, I don't believe it!"

After the people in the conference room came to their senses from their shock, they could only refute the news and hope that it was really just a joke.

Because they cannot afford such a disaster!

“Bang!”

“What if I say this is true?”

Many times, it is Sam or Marshall, two like-minded bold men, who should bang the table.

However, this time it was the gloomy fellow Gibson who banged the table.

He roared, with scarlet light flashing in his eyes.

Everyone fell silent again.

Well, the last straw has been pulled out.

"This is undoubtedly the greatest disaster that Nystad has seen in a thousand years. That 'man' said that he wanted nothing. He was filled with despair and violence. Perhaps the only thing he wanted was to destroy the world."

Sam's voice was filled with bitterness.

"I have sent messages to the King, the Universal Church, the Church of Light, the Church of Darkness...all the forces that can give us a little help. But that weirdo only gave us one day. He needs this time to enjoy our despair."

"It was clear that this time was not enough. We were not going to get rescued."

"If it's Ashkira, maybe we don't need to panic so much. Our Linton family still has something in reserve to resist them. But what's more terrifying is that only God can deal with the weirdo who controls Ashkira!"

"This is a disaster for the entire Nystad. I don't know if our Linton family can survive this disaster, and I don't know if the foundations of everyone in Nystad can be preserved."

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense and everyone's eyes were moving around.

They all listened to what Sam said and couldn't help feeling sympathetic.

Sam suddenly stood up, bowed to the people in the conference room, and said, "I'm sorry, everyone. I can't deal with such a crisis like my legendary ancestors. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you, and I also thank you for your support for Nystad and the Linton family!"

"If you want to leave, the Linton family will never complain to you."

"And I, Sam Linton, the current head of the Linton family and the Duke of the Kingdom of Klei, have decided at this moment that I will live and die with the entire Nystad!"

Seeing this, everyone stood up and bowed to Sam, which was a necessary return gesture.

But at this moment, they were struggling in their hearts.

Slowly, people began to bow to Sam again and leave the meeting room.

One after another, until there were only eight people left in the entire conference room.

These people either had reasons to stay in Nystad and could not leave, or they were simply loyal to the Linton family.

or...

"I'm sorry, my old friend. The Mercenary Union has its own interests, so they have to leave." Marshall patted Sam on the shoulder and laughed heroically: "But before that, I have already told the union, I will stay to help you! You won't despise me, a second-level extraordinary warrior, right?"

"Thank you." Sam smiled sincerely at Marshall, then widened his eyes and shouted, "Don't let Ashkira step on you!"

Seeing Gibson still standing there but remaining silent, Sam thanked him again.

"I like this kind of fight." Gibson smiled and glanced at Marshall provocatively.

"Tsk! Let's see if you still like it when you're being trampled to death!" Marshall muttered, "Look at my damn temper."

"To all the brothers who stayed, I, Sam Linton, would like to express my sincerest gratitude on behalf of the Linton family!" Sam looked at those people who were still staying here with pale faces, and said with a smile: "If the Linton family can continue in this crisis! I, Sam, and the Linton family will let you get our most sincere rewards!"

"Hahaha! Let's have a drink to celebrate our upcoming victory!"

Sam laughed, and the maids outside the meeting room brought in the wine.

The people in the conference room drank it all.

However, there was fear in their eyes that could not be concealed.